September '75 I was 47 inches high.

My posting schedule got all thrown out of whack when I skipped a day. I was perfectly within reach of a computer at some point in the day, but didn't have enough foresight. Oh well. Not tragic.

This weekend I spent a great deal of time peering through old artifacts from my life before deciding if they were worth keeping. I ended up with a garbage bag full of old papers, knick-knacks, and the like. Though I've still retained some of the clutter, I let my old life pass.

I figured it was going to be thrown out eventually, so why not now? I obviously didn't want it so much, otherwise it's place would have been more prominent and not mixed in with all the other crap that has accumulated throughout the years. So I said goodbye, and didn't think twice. It's alright.

But that got me thinking about relationships. Romantic relationships. Chances are, you're not going to end up with the person you're with as a teenager. It happens, but to only the lucky few whose marriage doesn't end in divorce. So sometimes I ask myself what the point is. The problems people have in these young relationships don't matter, because the relationship is not bound to be lifelong.

I don't know. Maybe it's just because I've never been in one. I probably need some perspective.